Patience is a Virtue

How much do I love thee

No words could ever say

You touch me just so tenderly

Sometimes I can’t contain

But yet I must and so must you

This for now we realize is true

I still will long for your gentle thrust

No one else have I given so much trust

Your hands the way they touch me so

and when you do my river flows

I can’t control, … but I must

Is it wrong for me to lust?

After someone I love to tears

One part of your manhood I will never fear

I see the day that we can be

And do all that we can to please

One another it’s such a beautiful thought

I am your pleasure and you are what I want

Sandra Smith